Chapter 22: Chapter 22
Two days ago, I was in Austria. Yesterday I was in Germany, and now I am on my way back to The States, specifically New York City, 'the City that Never Sleeps', and who would have taught I could even ride a private jet on my return. A lot of surprising things unveil my eyes right after I met this guy named Dmitri. The guy who has been sitting across me and staring at me ever since we've left Manor Sullivan. My reminiscing has ended at the sight of his green eyes.
"Yes, Dmitri?", I ask him feeling a little off with the way he stares.
"Yes, Avery?", but he asks me in return.
"It seems you can't take those beautiful eyes off yours of me," the supposed rebuttal turns into an accidental compliment of him.
He manly chuckles while leaning forward. He puts his elbow atop his knee while his legs are crossed, and then supports his chin with his beautiful hand, a majestic posture indeed, then he speaks, "Well, what would you do if there's a bright beautiful sun in front of you, would you choose to close your eyes despite the sadness you may feel for not having seen it, or would you rather go blind and enjoy every last moment of its beauty?"
"Well, I am harmless, unlike the sun," I answer.
"Or how about, a rose, explicitly beautiful, but surrounded by thorns?", he continues with his questioning game.
"Again, I am beautiful but I am innocuous," I roll my eyes at him.
He continues to smile with that beautiful lips of his, he curls it up, creating a menacing smile. His face is definitely proportionate in every inch, a face with a god-like feature. He snaps his fingers trying to bring me out of my reverie, "Look who's staring now, woman."
Embarrassed of getting caught, my ears quickly turn red, "I'm not staring at you, I'm trying to remember something,"
"Remember what, our yesterday's kiss?", he teases.
"Shut up," I defensively blurt out, "I-I," I couldn't find the words, so I ignore what he says and turn my attention to a woman standing in the aisle, I call the attendant for a drink, "Hi, Claire, would you bring over a bottle of champagne?"
She gladly says yes and returns with a bottle of champagne. She serves me a glass of it, then excitedly turns her gaze to Dmitri, who is, by the way, still, looking at me.
"Sir, would you like a glass, too?", she asks in a sultry way. Dmitri responds with a nod. I can see her connivingly exposing her cleavage around Dmitri. Too bad for her, cause his eyes are currently and only fixated on my face.
I glare as she unknowingly smirks, so I call her out about her manners, "Thank you, Claire, you may leave now. We will call you when you are needed. As of the moment, you aren't thanks," I smirk back in her direction. She definitely feels the awkwardness and scoots her way out.
I straightly chug the champagne in my glass and pour for another one.
Dmitri quietly watches me as I enjoy the champagne, not until he asks me a question, "So, what do you plan to do after I drop you off?"
Being as chatty as I am, I blab nonsensical things which in my opinion isn't the answer he's looking for. Why? Because I talked about what I would do with my job, and how I wish he could meet my best friends Kendra and Art, and lastly, enumerating about the events list and the articles that I need to finish for the whole month. I can see how he maintains his patience with me, I see him slightly squeeze his knee, probably preventing himself from shushing me. Given the mood, I temporarily stop from speaking to let him butt in.
As expected, he releases the tension from his fingers and deep breath, "What I mean is about your, guy, what's his name again?"
His question caught me off guard. Yeah, right? Even I don't even know what to do, or what I should even do, so I simply and shortly says lethargically, "Honestly, I don't know. Should I make up with him?" As soon as I said those words, his fingers twitched, a reaction of probably, a jealous mine, or am I just being delusional?
So I continue unsure and uncertain of my own thoughts, "Or maybe, I'll stay single for a while. Or maybe not. I would know once I face him again."
He sighs deeply and stands up from his seat, "Excuse me for a second, I need to make a call," suddenly his mood gets a little off. He walks away without even looking in my direction.
I watch him walk to the backside of the private jet where a small cabin with a small bed is located. I thought, he probably needs to make a private confidential call regarding his company. Half an hour already passed but still, he isn't back yet, so I just relax my back for a bit, drink the whole bottle of champagne, and fall asleep since we still have at least six hours or so before we reach our destination.
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"Ms. Anderson," a female voice wakes me from my sleep. I stretch my legs and my arms and look outside the window, I can see we have landed now, and some cars are already waiting. It is already dark when we arrived, it is probably around midnight, then. I look up and couldn't see Dmitri nor Claire, the attendant. I look at her name tag and thank her, "Thank you, Eve. Did you see Dmitri?"
She smiles at me, "Yes, he's waiting now in the car, Ms. Avery." I frown at the news she says. He didn't wake me up and he didn't wait for me, either. Feeling irritated, I walk out of the private jet rudely. Before I could reach the exit, I hear two women giggling as I pass, the blonde girl who turns out to be Claire excitedly shares her story and I hear her say,
"Oh, yes. He was delicious. He's rough and huge."
I freeze furiously.